We were at a friend's house. Full of people all enjoying Super Bowl Sunday, watching a great close-calling game. We were on the left end of the couch. It was a beautiful large house with a large front room. There were about 10 guests there, plus the two of us. And a comfortable, large couch.
Half time was starting and the cheerleaders were on the field. And they're hot, of course. So are you, with a cheerleader skirt and matching tube top, and your long brown hair in a ponytail. You excuse yourself to get us some drinks. When you return, you sit on my lap sideways. You notice then that I've got a hard-on. You lean in to me and whisper, "So, those cheerleaders have got ya goin' eh?" I grin a bit, self-consciously. "Well, let's see what we can do about that!" you say.
Then you kiss me and force my mouth open with your tongue and rub your hand on my crotch. Everyone's watching the halftime show; but the blond girl sitting near me in the middle of the couch notices, and her jaw drops open.